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>>Fashionably Late. Transitioning from The Silver Piglet to the Guild Hall [@ShiningSector] [@Ypnosi] [@Ryteb Pymeroce]<<

Avala, sat in the far corner of the tavern, has been drinking. The Southern ale can never compare to the brew the monks made, he thought to himself. It is lacking a certain...herbal quality to them. Nonetheless, it is what he can find for the time being. The ongoing conversations of the patrons in the tavern did not hold his interest much, not until a trio starting speaking to a man in armor.

Setting his horn of ale down, he grabbed his walking stick and leaned into it slightly. Interesting. An adventure for relics. It is very unlikely that he finds what he is truly looking for on this expedition. But, it is a start. Tugging on his cloak that looked incredibly tattered, he took a few coins from his purse and left them on the table before approaching the trio and the knight.

At first glance, Avala looked like your run-of-the-mill traveler. Weary, tattered clothing, and a tired smile. [color=FAEBD7]"Hello, fellow travelers. Mind taking me along for this journey? I promise to not be a burden."[/color] He said with a smile. Now that he is closer to the trio, maybe they can get a better look at him. An imposing physical specimen, that spoke in a friendly and succinct way. His cloak, upon closer examination, is made from many pieces of interwoven fabric, each seemingly have a story to tell. His weathered staff looks sturdy and battle tested and his faulds shone with a sort of dulled copper sheen.